February 20th

February 5, 2011
By Anonymous

I wasn’t a child.

February 20, 1994 My mother could hold me in the hospital.

February 20, 1996 Two years had passed. I was left to play alone. In the decrepit backyard, humming and chasing the wind.

February 20, 1998 I was four. I was used to being independent, I finger painted in the kitchen. My parents were always away. Didn’t bother to kiss me goodbye. I pretended I didn’t care.

February 20, 1999 Five. I started school, I was shy. They would always forget to pick me up.

February 20, 2003 Eighth birthday. I had ten people standing around waiting. I had nothing planned.

February 20, 2006 Today, I am eleven. I am running away. Don’t ask where I’m going.

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